Lyrics

Yo, yeah, here we go, yo Death always win the race, nigga, depression isn't just a phase It's hard to dub the L when it's all up in your face Cough up in the race, caught up in the place Getting lost in these days, harder to place So I'm hard with the games and the stars hold my faith Father God and my name, y'all niggas calm and insane Watch his jaw get broken like a vase when it drop Papa think I curse too much, but y'all niggas think it's hot Waiting at the edge, wobble on a rock It's getting to my head, here's a bottle of Ciroc Always on the pavement, never with the flock Running 'til that gun pop, headed for the two like a jump shot Niggas want war with me, oh really? Nah By now would be normally done, but I'm on Niggas want war with me, oh really? Nah By now would be normally done, but I'm on Skin hard, it's like the car, walking through the desert We was searching for a god, small from afar Big when you come close, kinda like a star Hit like Mutombo headed for the ball You never seen the city rise, crumble into tar You never seen the city lifed up beneath the car Had to use the bathroom, so we treaded to the mall Can't tell my momma, so forget she ever called, nigga Never with some soft niggas, live by the dark side Next to Wycoff, nigga Schwig was a hard time, beginning of a loss, nigga Stuck up in that school, couple niggas tryna brawl with us I ain't even gangster but my boy letting off triggers He could lose it all, bro, he don't see a tall picture He can see his door close, nigga should've thought bigger Niggas want war with me, oh really? Nah By now would be normally done, but I'm on
Writer(s): Michael Bonema Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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